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Calculating Angels

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Are there certain angels

just really good at math?

Figuring out the

sowing and reaping

equations for every

single person alive?

Or calculating

resources versus

generosity?

Or how much faith

it takes, to say,

throw a mountain

into the sea,

or for that matter

be marked

with the Holy Spirit?

Does all of heaven

just know these things

while most of us are just

scratching the surface

or scratching our heads?

 

©  2015 Julie Clark

 

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Dry

Dry and burning

forest and brush

water less

lands parched

even the emerald green

northwest

has a thirsty

dull look this fall.

 

It started raining

just when it was

supposed to

we are the lucky ones

on the west side

of the mountains

 

Our world keeps

reeling from

natural disaster

to man made

catastrophes

birth pains

or apocalypse

 

Water

we are thirsty for

Living water

we can’t live

without this

watering

 

© 2014 Julie Clark

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Autumn

The ancients figured it out for us.

They made sundials and drew up calendars.

The weather complies when it wants to.

This year in the Northwest

It aligned, and on the day it was supposed to

Autumn arrived.

We wistfully said good-bye to our long dry summer.

It was time.

The grass and trees were very thirsty.

If we want the amazing spring and summer colors

And plenty of snow in the mountains

Providing our rivers with water

Than, we must submit to the change of seasons.

When we are listening we can hear the message

That each season speaks to us.

The season has just begun and my trees are slowly turning

I want to be listening as I rake and pile leaves

As I smell wood burning in neighborhood chimneys

What message will I hear this year?

© 2013 Julie Clark

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Crows

Today was about crows

First a whole flock a-squawking

With one bull frog keeping the beat

Then a lone fellow on a barren tree

Silhouetted by the snow-capped

Olympic Mountains across the Puget Sound

Beauty spoke

And Beauty called my name

I stopped and watched

Then later the message came

Alone and barren of soul at times

With impossible seas and mountains to cross

Yet, I have wings

I can fly

I am not unprepared for this journey

Still, no rushing these things

Study the contours of the wind and waves

Measure the height of the mountains

Search for the probable passes

Wonder at the depths of the sea

Take off when I am ready

Or not

Stay awhile longer

In the cozy, comfortable clan

Of squawking kin.

 

© 2013 Julie Clark

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For Bill

The sun came out today

Such a rare occurrence of late

When we heard it kiss the Sound

We rushed out and made a date

 

Over the hill and down

To our favorite looking place

Calming our nerves at the sight

Feeling sweet warmth on our face

 

The grand Olympic tops

Through the clouds were sailing

An eagle soaring high

The work of the day paling

 

©2013 Julie Clark

 

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Boulder River


Boulder River went unwilling

Into this present age of bondage

Where death and decay reign.

What would it have been like

Before knowledge was chosen over love?

 

It is so beautiful now

With the dense foliage on either side,

The waterfalls cascading

Down the sheer cliffs.

 

Would the water have been

The purest of pure

Able to quench the thirst

Of man and beast?

Perhaps the intensity of color

Would have blinded the eyes of mortals.

The wild things

Instead of hiding

Would come out to greet us.

The bird song so sweet

We would have wept and laughed together.

 

I know the sign at the trailhead

Would not be there

Warning the hikers

Of the dangers of the wilderness.

 

© 2012 Julie Clark

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The Olympics

It happened again today

As I turned the corner

That pulling up from the deep

Kind of feeling

As the view opened

And there were the Olympics

In their cold, lofty solitude

 

Calling me to breathe deeper

To listen to the silence

To acknowledge the ancient wisdom

Flowing within and without

The present

Where heaven meets earth

Is all I have

I need to recognize it

And make my home there

 

© 2012 Julie Clark

 

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